I also started Erle Stanley Gardner's Top of the Heap, the third of the new Hard Case Crime imprint from Dorchester/Winterfall LLC. These books are great. Every month you get two selections, a reprint of a crime classic (this one's been out of print for 30 years) and an original novel. Last months selections (Lawrence Block's Grifter's Game and Max Phillips' Fade to Blonde were fantastic reads -- I rated/reviewed them as such on amazon.com). So far, this month's volumes live up to the standard. If you like tough nosed PIs and dames, gangsters and crimes, then this series is for you.
Watched Entrails of a Virgin last night, and what a bizarre flick. A fine example of splatterporn: the scene where the young, somewhat looney Japanese model performs oral sex on the exceptionally endowed Swamp Beast, while masturbating with another guy's severed arm was something that will not leave my mind easily. Production values were nonexistent, there's no real plot to speak of, and most of the movie's seventy minute length was taken up by nearly pornographic sex sequences, but I think I enjoyed watching it. It has a weirdly nightmarish quality to it, similar to Argento's Suspiria (though lacking that film's amazing visual verve). I'm looking forward to the next piece from Entrail's director, called Entrails of a Beautiful Woman. Do you notice a theme?
I'm about 3000 words into the redo of "He Comes to Dine" and I'm striving to make more of the material than I did in the first incarnation. I think I am succeeding. The first time out, it was an EC Comic without the art. Sort of a typical plot of jaggoffs getting their comeuppance after not listening to the advice. This time out, the story is more personal. I think it's much better, and hopefully will require less than 7 rewrites. Most of my stories these days require seven goddamn rewrites. Sheeshus. Anyone who thinks fiction writing is easy must be either 1)ungodly experienced or 2)not doing it right. It is the toughest job I've ever had, and, strangely enough, the most rewarding. Let's hope I can keep it up, develop it into a career.
So Kat's going away for the weekend. Bummer. Trista has a couple of options for things to do (picking apples on the Cape with Dharia, if sunny, or visiting the Leitches, if it's raining). I found out there's something called the WAAF Rock and Shock happening at the Worcester Centrum. Here's the skinny from my main man, Dan Keohane:
New England Horror Authors in Worcester this weekend
If you're in Worcester this weekend, and are thinking of attending the first
annual WAAF Rock and Shock weekend at the Centrum, be sure to check out the
tables devoted to local New England horror authors. I won't be able to
attend myself, but as of this writing the tables will be occupied this
weekend by: Michael Arruda, Jeanne Cavelos, Corinne DeWinter, Jack Haringa,
John Harvey, Paul McMahon, Jon Merz, Thomas Monteleone, Kurt Newton, and
Paul Tremblay. Say hi for me if you run into them. Just reading stuff by
these folks is worth the price of admission alone.